Little Light of Mine (Club Decadence) (18 page)

“My God Elena.  Your sweet pussy grips me like a vice.”

“You fill me so full Master. There is nothing on earth like it.  Take me hard and fast.”  She let out a sexy little grunt with each thrust as he slammed into her hard from behind.  “You are in so deep.  May I come now, Master?”

“Yes my beautiful slave, come while I take you from behind.  You should see how hot your red cheeks look as I split you with my cock.  Good God, you feel heavenly.” 

She screamed as his large cock abraded her G-spot with each thrust and hurled her over the edge into a stunning climax.  The clamps kept her stimulated and she melded from one orgasm to the next in a state of continuous arousal.   Dex pounded into her again and again, his big hands gripping her cheeks and spreading them wider as he watched his possession.  With each thrust his balls slapped against her clit clamp and made Elena cry out for mercy.  He growled his release as he watched his cock glide through her juicy center one more time.  A long guttural groan rose from deep inside him as he soaked up the sensation of her inner muscles milking him of every drop of his release.  He pumped slowly into her finally coming to a stop as he caressed her back and hips.

Elena, overstimulated by the snug nipple rings and clit clamp, continued to writhe beneath him.  Even though she had just come twice, she was still aroused.  His cock was still hard inside her so he stroked into her again.  “You need more don’t you, baby?”

“Yes Dex, please.  I either need to come again or the clamps have to come off.  They’re making me so sensitive I can’t stand it.  Please Master.”

Dex pulled out, turned her and lifted her to the bar.  Lying on her back, Elena spread her thighs wide before him and writhed shamelessly in her need for him.  She was a mass of sensation as her frayed nerve endings begged for relief.  He released the clamp from her clit and removed the long jeweled chain.  He watched as her fingers instinctively went to her clit and began to rub her tender flesh.  His large hands pushed them away when he splayed her inner thighs, lifting and spreading her incredibly wide so he could feast on her pussy.  “Is this what you need, slave?  Do you need your Master’s mouth and
his cock in your pussy to make you complete?”

“God yes, I need you Master.  You make me feel so good, I can’t get enough.  Please fill me again, Dex.” 

He bathed the little bundle of nerves with his tongue while slipping one strong arm across her hips to hold her in place.  Driving her toward another stunning peak, he slipped a finger inside her nipple chains and gave a little tug.  He saw her back arch and he knew she was going to come again.  Rising quickly he slammed into her, thrusting deep and hard bringing them both to a stunning cataclysmic finish.

Dex collapsed on top of her, sweating and gasping for breath.  “Damn.  I’m going to have to hit the gym and build up my endurance.  You wore this old man out.”

“Oh Dex.  That was… “ She searched for words as she gasped for breath.  “There are no words, I can’t even describe it.”

He pushed up on his arms allowing her to inhale deeper breathes without his heavy weight on her chest.  He kissed her lips gently and slowly as he
savored and sampled her sweet mouth.  “That was smoking hot baby.  But, we’re going to have to work on your endurance, too... with your new clamps.”  He grinned down at her. “Maybe while I’m on the treadmill, I’ll have you clamped and spread eagled before me.  That would be an excellent motivator.”  Reaching up to her collar he removed the long length of chain with the clit clamp. 

“Now let’s eat.  I’ve really built up an appetite.”

She looked up at him in a daze.  “What about the others?”

“Nope.  I want you naked and wearing my jewelry while you serve me dinner, my slave.”  He winked at her shocked expression.  “I will definitely have need of you again later.”

“I better give you extra steak on your plate then, Master.  An old man like you needs protein for energy.”

She squealed as he rolled her and swatted her sassy behind.  When he released her, she was unable to resist him and hopped off the counter and into his arms for another hug and sweetly passionate kiss before returning to the stove.  She would remember this glorious interlude every time she had steak fajitas.       

Chapter Nineteen

Dex brought Elena to The Club to play the next Thursday night.  He was adamant about adjusting her hours and cutting her back to two nights a week.  He had returned to work at Rossi and between that and The Club he hardly got to see her.  She had three late club performances in addition to the other special events on her schedule.  Between the two of them, he had a hard time working enough Elena Time into their schedules, both at home and at The Club for play.

Elena didn’t complain when he dictated her schedule.  She readily complied and talked to her band.  Ronnie jumped at the chance to front the band more and they immediately started working on new tunes that featured a male lead.  Elena wasn’t bothered by it.  She was content with her new schedule.  She was the only one in the band who had toured and she didn’t miss the grueling schedule, the overnight bus rides, or the drug scene.  That wasn’t her anymore.  She was happy to settle down with Dex and work at The Club and perform at occasional weddings and anniversaries.  She did want to focus more on her song writing and as she emerged from her two- year fog of grief, drugs and pain, she found her creative side re-emerging.

Tonight Dex wanted to mingle with his friends and enjoy The Club with his submissive by his side.  It was refreshing not to have to share her with adoring fans or watch her from a distance as she performed on stage.  They arrived about eight o’clock just as the house band was playing their opening set.  There was only a modest crowd because most of the member’s had switched to Wednesdays and Saturdays just hear Elena.

She looked beautiful as she accompanied him on rounds through the public rooms and the member’s dungeon on the second floor.  She was wearing her collar and new nipple jewelry.  The short ivory dress she wore looked stunning with her dark hair and golden brown skin.  The dress was a wrap style and fastened at the side with a round jewel encrusted circular clasp that matched her collar and nipple clamps perfectly.  After they arrived, Dex adjusted her neckline until it plunged deeply to her navel, leaving the edges to just barely cover her areolas.  This displayed the chains that draped and swayed seductively against her chest as she walked.  Elena stayed on edge as each move of her body or slight turn of her head caused a little tug on the rings encircling her erect nipples.  He had left off her clit clamp and chain finding she was still too sensitive for public play.  Who knew that the constant stimulation turned her into a trembling boneless mess?  So they saved that for private play for now. 

Dex stashed his play bag underneath the plush viewing couch in front of the chain station and pulled his slave onto his lap as he sat.  Rick had Regan wrapped in a soft subbie blanket as he helped her recover from a recent scene.  She lay across him, obviously deep in subspace.  Dex nodded at Rick who sent him a goofy grin that reached from ear to ear.

Dex laughed, “What’s with you man?  You win the lottery or something?”

“In a way, I guess I did.”

“Don’t jinx it, Bear,” came her husky voice and he encouraged her to take a drink of water as she eased back to reality. 

Elena instantly keyed in on what would make her friend’s husband so ecstatically happy.  “You’re pregnant!” she predicted.  Rick gaped at her guessing correctly and Regan gave a joyful cry. “Yes!”

“Congratulations Chief, and you of course Regan.  I am so happy for you both.”

“Thanks, Master Dex.  But we had agreed not to tell anyone until my second trimester just in case.  IVF pregnancies are always considered high risk.”

“Nothing is going to go wrong, Peaches.  God could not be so cruel as to play with you that way.”

“I pray that you’re right, Bear.”

“As will I, Master Rick.  And we promise not to say a word to anyone Regan.  Don’t we Master?” 

“Of course, little light, we will be the souls of discretion.  You know Regan, if anyone else finds out it won’t be from us.”  He nodded his head toward his beaming friend, a clear indication that any further leaks would be coming from Rick’s quarter. 

Jonas and Sean joined them and the conversation turned to club activities.  Dex and Elena spent some time with their friends.  She had never played in the member’s areas before and was fascinated as she watched the play around her.  It was nothing like the public clubs she had been to in California.  They were basically meat markets for the kink inclined, filled with Dom wannabes and obnoxious jerks that were just into ogling the scantily clad women and hoping to hook up.  The atmosphere at The Club was more elegant, the clientele slightly older and the members were definitely more sophisticated as a whole. 

“Are you ready to play, my slave?”  Dex whispered as he pressed a kiss against her ear and nibbled on her lobe.

“Yes Master but may I be excused to go to the ladies room to freshen up first.”

“Certainly, just don’t make your Master wait too long.  He’s eager to play with his slave’s delectable body.”

“I’ll hurry, Master.”

After Elena used the facilities, she was fixing her hair and makeup in front of the mirror when she saw a tall blonde approach.  The woman stopped behind her glaring with her arms crossed over her impressive chest.  She was beautiful enough to be a model.

“Hello Shelby.  Can I help you with something?”

“You are a Dom stealing bitch.  Dex was happy with me until you came along.”

Elena gaped at her.  Was she nuts?  Dex had broken it off with her months ago.  “Nonsense, he broke it off with you long before we got back together.  If you are still harboring feelings for him, I am hardly to blame.”

Elena’s head went reeling backward as Shelby’s hand connected with her cheek in a brutal open hand slap.  The shy reserved sub was deceptively strong and could really pack a wallop.  Elena’s eyes watered and her cheek throbbed with pain.

“You slut!” Her high-pitched shriek combined with the blow to the head made Elena’s ears ring and she became a little dizzy.  “You enticed him with your singing and flaunted your whorish tattoos with his name on them.  He felt sorry for you after your pathetic attempts to get him back.  Why he’d want a slutty little songbird like you is beyond me.”

“Shelby!  That is quite enough.  Unless you’d like me to go get Master Dex or Master Sean I suggest you leave of your own accord immediately.”  The two women turned to look at an incensed Joanna who stood in the doorway barely containing her outrage.  The General’s wife was the unofficial matriarch of the subs at The Club.  Being married to one of the owners and her experience in the lifestyle made the title well deserved.  She acted like the sub mother, comforting at times, providing verbal correction at others.   Right now it was the latter.

Shelby left immediately and Joanne instantly went to Elena’s aide.  As she wet a cool cloth at the sink, Elena blinked back tears.  Joanne gently laid the cloth against the outline of the vivid handprint on her cheek.  “You’re going to have to tell Dex about this honey.  Your cheek is already swelling and bruised.”

“Is it that bad?”  Elena looked into the mirror as she slowly peeled back the cloth. 

“It will be.  Let me run and get some ice.”

Elena sat on one of the couches in the women’s lounge after Joanne left.  She wasn’t surprised by the heavy tread of footsteps and opened her eyes to see Dex’s worried face.  “Are you all right, Elena?  Joanna told me what happened.”

She pulled the cloth away and revealed her swollen cheek.   “I can’t believe Shelby hit you?  I am shocked.  She was the most placid doormat I have ever topped.”

Elena frowned at the thought of him with another woman, especially tall blonde beautiful Shelby and bristled.  But she brushed it aside when she remembered they weren’t together at the time and she couldn’t expect for him to have been celibate.   “She thinks I stole you away from her, Dex.  Her reaction was a little extreme but understandable.  I’d put the hurt on your new woman if you left me.”

“Ridiculous.  That is not going to happen.  Besides, Shelby and I never had a contract.  We were just an unattached top looking for a willing and convenient bottom.”

“I’d rather not hear about you and Shelby, Master.  It kind of makes me sick to my stomach.”

He sat next to her and angled her cheek up so he could inspect the damage.  “Where is Joanna with that ice?”

“Right here Master Dex, and I brought Master Sean along with me.”

“Sean, I want Shelby’s membership revoked immediately.  We can’t have subs running amok and physically assaulting other members.”

“I’ll take care of it, Dex.  But she’s already left for the evening.  I think between Joanna’s verbal spanking and the realization that she assaulted the Master Dom’s sub she grew a brain and split.”

Dex loaded the cloth with ice and held it gently against Elena’s cheek.  She hissed in pain and reached up to take it from him.  “Sorry baby.  I’ll get our things and take you home.”

“That’s not necessary Master.  Tonight is the first free night we’ve had-,” She started to protest but he cut her off.

“Your face is swollen and you’re hurting.  We’ll come back next week.”  Joanna and Sean left without another word, giving the couple privacy.

“Please, Dex.  I really wanted to play.  I need my Master’s control and dominance tonight.”

Dex frowned at her and his eyes zeroed in on her cheek. 

“The ice is really helping. It’s numb now. Is the swelling better?”

“No,” was his succinct answer.  “You are being very disobedient right now by arguing with me after I've already made the decision.”

“I’m sorry, Master.  Of course we’ll do whatever you think is best.  I’m just disappointed that Shelby wins by ruining our night.”

He silently sat with her, watching to make sure she kept the ice on her injured cheek.  Elena could tell he was seriously considering her statement.  Finally, after many long minutes he expressed his thoughts on the matter.  “OK, we’ll stay.  But you will keep that ice on your cheek for another thirty minutes.  At that time, depending upon how your face looks, I will decide whether I blister your ass here or take you home for your punishment.”

“Punishment, Master?”

“Yes, my sassy little slave, ten for each infraction which includes arguing and manipulating your Dom.  Any further disobedience tonight will add to the tally.”

“Yes Master.  Thank you for correcting your naughty slave.”  The poorly concealed elation in her voice told him she considered herself happy to have won another round with him. 

“You’re pushing it now Elena.”  He helped her to stand then guided her out of the ladies room with a steadying arm, his hand possessively cupping her silk clad bottom.  “I’m going to have to be firmer with you and up the ante on your punishments.  You’re getting dangerously close to topping from the bottom and you know how I feel about that.”

“Sorry Master.  I promise to behave.”  She bit her lip to control the laugh that threatened to burst from her lips.  His answering grunt of disbelief made it all the harder.   

Thirty minutes later they took their place at the chain station.  The crowd had picked up so they had to wait their turn.  The viewing couches were full and there were several members standing behind them, anxious to watch the Master Dom’s scene.  Dex unclasped her wrap dress and with a small shrug of her shoulders it slipped from her body leaving her naked except for her jewelry.

“I’m really sorry, Master.”   

“Apology accepted, slave.  How many strokes do you think you have you earned with your behavior tonight?”

“Fifty, Master?”

“You’re really pushing me tonight, Elena.  If you needed the pain of a punishment you could have simply asked me.  I am always happy to give you what you need.”  Dex was busy fastening the leather, fleece-lined cuffs around her wrists. 

“I’m sorry you have given up the whip because of me.”

His eyes rose to meet her.  They had been over this all before.  “Are you looking to add to your total slave?”

“No Master.”

“Then drop it.  I have my reasons for not using the single tail on you and I will not debate it again.”

A tear rolled down Elena’s cheek as he linked her bound wrists behind her back.  She felt his thumb brush it away gently.

“Look at me, little light.”  He gazed into her eyes, searching.  “Why are you crying?”

“You said you reserved the single tail for trusting and intimate relationships.  I thought you had forgiven me, Master.”  Beyond her control, the tears rolled freely down her face.  She looked at the ceiling, blinking rapidly to stop them, but failed.

Dex looked surprised.   “When did I say that
,
Chiquit
a
?  I don’t remember-.”  He stopped abruptly when it dawned on him.  She verified it for him next.

“That ROA scene, Master.”  She sucked in a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves and maintain control.

He groaned in frustration and dropped his forehead to hers, murmuring an apology.  “Oh my sweet, beautiful slave.  We both know I behaved like an ass that night.  I have apologized for my behavior, for treating you like a stranger.  I said so many idiotic things that night-.”  He stopped suddenly and swallowed.  He had beaten himself up many times over that scene.  “I’ll find a way to make it up to you, my love.  Name it and I promise to give it to you.”